Chapter 152

"As some of the students mentioned earlier, Su Mo'er's early experience, I think we all know, is a beggar, and he is also the first batch of teenagers adopted by Gu Zheng charity hall."

"Before Gu Zheng died, he did his best to cultivate and raise these children for the ancient country. After Gu Zheng died, he gave all his property to the charity hall he founded."

"Of course, his precious books were entrusted to Su Mo'er and his descendants and kept in a safe place."

"According to his will, after the ancient country finally passed the endless war and moved towards a stable and united social atmosphere, the descendants of the Su family were allowed to donate all his life's wealth to the ancient country free of charge."

"Nowadays, the treasures in many national museums are Gu Zheng's former collections. His behavior of not leaving his name is even more admirable!"

Su Sizheng finished this long string of words without faltering, then nodded and smiled, waiting for the reaction of the students below.

I saw that the students who first heard these small details that they usually don't pay attention to had opened their mouths and were stunned by the large amount of information they had just heard.

In the end, it was the top students of guguo University, among which there were many students with quick ideas. A student with thick lenses raised his hand tremblingly.

"That classmate, what do you want to ask?"

"Professor, it may be a little presumptuous to ask. Mr. Gu's sentiment and personality really deserve our admiration, but how can he ensure that his descendants, that is, the descendants of the children he adopted, will not see profit, violate Mr. Gu's will and embezzle those precious books?"

"After all, not everyone has such noble integrity as Mr. Gu."

"Good! That's a good question!" Su Sizheng's face twisted slightly, "I can answer you now, because I'm one of the descendants of Mr. Gu."

"No, Su Mo'er is my ancestor!"

"Wow..."

Su Sizheng's words fell in the auditorium, just like a drop of water in a hot oil pot. The whole auditorium, the venue of thousands of people, exploded!

"I'll go! Is Professor Su Sizheng's family background like this? I can't see it! His ancestor is Su Mo'er!! the Su Mo'er who led thousands of people to resist at the forefront of the war until the government perished and still didn't forget to open his eyes for the people and resist the foreigners!"

"At that time, his social status was higher than that of Huang Hansen, a revolutionary master of martial arts!"

"Unexpectedly, he was adopted by Gu Zheng. But don't you think the painting style is not quite right? Su Mo'er is also the most precious Lin Xuewu. Although he doesn't reach the height of Huang Hansen, he is also one with high value of force."

"But look at Professor Su's small body?"

Su Sizheng listened to the students' eyes and their comments off the stage. He was not angry but happy. He said with a little pride: "Although the Su family has no blood relationship with Gu Zheng, my great grandfather, who once saw Gu Zheng in our family, said that I am the offspring of all adoptive families. I am the child most like Mr. Gu Zheng."

"So I have no talent for martial arts since I was a child, but above my literary attainments, I am the highest among my peers."

"Of course, these contents have nothing to do with the contents of this hall. I'd better talk about the reason why the descendants of the Su family can't be greedy for ink."

"That's because Mr. Gu has adopted too many children, and after he founded his first charity hall in fo City, he began to gradually promote this charity around the city."

"By the time of his death, even due to the impact of war and other aspects, at that time, the number of charity halls had reached 28, covering the whole province."

"The last rule of the basic rules of the charity hall is his will. So, do you understand?"

"The Su family completed his will under the supervision of tens of millions of Gu Zheng and his gracious people. Therefore, even if Mr. Gu's wealth has been inherited for many years, we Su family did not move Mr. Gu's collection when the country is still in a period of turmoil."

So it is. On this thought, Mr. Gu really made plans for his books.

By the time Su Sizheng told the anecdotes about Gu Zheng and the descendants of some celebrities he had adopted one by one, the nearly two-hour speech was coming to an end.

Su Sizheng took a sigh of satisfaction on the stage, combined the thick handouts he had prepared, and simply said to the people under the stage: "I'll tell you an interesting rumor at last. Of course, according to what my predecessors said and the fragments of historical materials, this is very likely to be a real event."

"Of course, this rumor is about this legendary figure named Gu Zheng, that is, the books, Kung Fu, routines and written records of most martial arts schools that now exist in the south of the country and originate in the Buddha city."

"It is said that Mr. Gu Zheng wrote, recorded, revised and transformed into book things that we can see now through the dictation of martial artists at that time."

"In particular, I would like to point out that Mr. Gu Zheng also maintained the inheritance of another long-standing history and culture in China and made great contributions to it."

"I hope you can understand a different Mr. Gu and a different ancient country's history through my statement."

"Well, that's all I have to say. This speech is over! Class is over!"

With these words, Professor Su Sizheng left the auditorium without looking back in the eyes of thousands of admirers.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, he thought that the playback of the world would be over here, but he suddenly found that in the lens of the page, the scene in playback suddenly became dark and yellow spots refuted.

It's like a person watching an old film many years ago, with an extremely strong sense of history.

Only a thin and old hand with a little senile spots appeared in the lens, with some nostalgia, and it seems that there is infinite worship. The persistent brush splashes ink on the paper.

After a while, a vivid middle-aged man appeared on the paper. He was wearing a broken cotton padded jacket, drinking the old wine of Buddha city, with a generous smile on his face, twisting an fennel bean in his hand, and handed it to the beggar who stretched out his hand under his leg.

When the painter received the last stroke of the painting, he looked at the bronze mirror inlaid in the big cabinet next to the desk as if he wanted to confirm something.

A man who has become old is reflected in the mirror, but it is not difficult to see that the man painted on the paper takes him as the prototype.